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written by: Steve Pearson



As ugly snow the millions fell
like last breaths of lives lost in hell
billowed from the oven's evil bowel
with limp bodies fired cheek by jowl

While yet more, showered in gas
Fell one on other to lifeless mass.
Busy people, feeding rows of fire
Like the gaping mouths of hell's choir

Elsewhere the shoes were piled high
Stripped from those that queued to die
To become the grey and ash filled cloud
To fall like snow to a deathly shroud

As pictures fade and grass grows green
This story of where the world has been
To a receding world, in language plain
Death like this.  Never again.

Steve Pearson

Steve Pearson

JUNE 2017 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
That's me at the front of the photo. I'm an atheist, socialist, humanist, poet and soon to be novelist. From here to there and a lot of shit in the middle. That's life.
Steve Pearson

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